Soul Sacrifice Book Novels & Stories

Their relationship doesn't begin well, but with time, it all returns to normal, to her perfectly happy life. Happiness, however, does not last forever. ***** Welcome to an action-packed, adventure-filled world of high school drama. In a world filled with Vampires, Werewolves, Witches, and other supernatural beings. Take a trip with Josette down a path filled with laughs and tears, sacrifices and betrayals, love and hate. Discover The White Wolf's Sacrifice by reading my book.

Diana said. We all ate and rested a bit before we finally started to talk about the book. We were seated in a circle and Pablo got the book out and placed it in the middle. "Okay, everyone is aware that we have no other choice but to complete the four tasks in the book. We are done with the first and have three more left before the ultimate which is to release the mad woman." Pablo reminded. We all said yes and listened for him to keep speaking. "It says here that a sacrifice must be made after the release of the mad woman." Pablo said and started flipping through pages.

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

In the seventh year of our marriage, my wife, Serena Clark, digs up my parents' urns and places them in front of me. Then she gives me two choices. "Either give your designs to Seth so he can enter the competition, or I'll scatter your parents' ashes into the sea," she says. Clutching the designs I've just finished, I swallow my pride and give in as tears burn in my eyes. The next day, a photo of Seth Johnson sitting on a yacht scattering ashes goes viral. Serena comments beneath the photo, "I'll give you everything I have and spoil you rotten." I stare at the urns in the corner of the photo, feeling my blood run cold. My deceased parents and I have become tools Serena uses to please S

Reading passages, finding nothing useful. Then Gray pulled out an old leather-bound book from the back of the highest shelf. "This one looks ancient," he said. The cover was cracked. The pages were yellowed and fragile. The text was written in an old script that was hard to read. But there. On page seventy-three. A chapter titled "The Resurrection of the Fallen." My hands shook as I read. "What does it say?" Gray asked. I read aloud. "To resurrect one who has fallen to mortal wounds but whose essence remains, three offerings must be made. The Mighty Alpha Soul. The Maiden Soul. And the Ancient Wolf Soul."

Dust rose in the air as I flipped through the brittle pages, my eyes scanning the ancient symbols. My lips curled into a smirk. The Dark Spirit could reject a vessel, but it could not escape a binding. I turned to the next page, reading the details carefully. The ritual required a sacrifice—not just any sacrifice, but a soul strong enough to rival the Dark Spirit’s will. A soul filled with hatred, rage, and untamed power. I slammed the book shut. I already knew who that sacrifice would be. By the time I left the archives, my plan was clear. I summoned my trusted lieutenant— Varian.

She picked out a massive book in black leather color and gave it to me. "It's a book of ancient rites, some of which had been written thousands of years ago and were considered prohibited for many years. There is one in here that might help, but it will require a great sacrifice. You’ll have to cross into the spirit realm, confront the witches, and bring Zoey back yourself.” I swallowed hard, my mouth dry. “What kind of sacrifice?” Aunt Belle met my gaze, her eyes filled with sorrow. “Your soul.” The words hit me like a ton of bricks. My soul. I would have to risk everything to save Zoey, but what choice did I have? I couldn’t let her be consumed by those witches. I couldn’t let Andrew win.

Instead, she cherished the neighbor's daughter far more than she did me, her own flesh and blood. Just then, a terrifying thought formed in my mind. Would Mom really sacrifice me for an outsider? I refused to believe it and struggled, shouting, "What does that have to do with me? I'm your biological sister! How can you force me to donate my kidney?" But Jeremy just sneered coldly while staring at me. "You're not my real sister—Rhea is. You're nothing but a fake!" I was dumbfounded. I understood every word he said, but why couldn't I make sense of them when strung together in that sentence?

He handed it to Matteo with trembling fingers. "This... is the last trace of the Book," he whispered. "The one that left Earth... and returned." Marcus blinked. "The book? You mean..." "Yes," Gonzales cut him off. "The Book that holds the names of every soul who’s betrayed us. The one that carries the price of power... the price of secrets." Raven’s breath caught in her throat, from outside as she eaves drop on their conversation. Gonzales continued, "The last time I touched it, I paid a coin. A coin none of you saw... because it was a part of me. A piece of my soul."

Only a few. But I see potential in one soul. A woman. I have, ever since her first incarnation. And back then, her name was...Drina. And unfortunately, like most inspirational stories, hers started in the darkest of all places. Drina was a tortured soul in her first life. A life, which has come to shape her soul now. Where are we in incarnation thirteen you ask? Well, let me show you... Xandra Kallan